Please note: (1) All the characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. (2) This story is intended for adults only. (3) This story is a work of fiction; in this story no one has or gets sexually transmitted diseases. In the real world it's important to know who your sexual partner is and to practice keeping both of you safe. (4) In the world of fantasy your proclivities are just that: yours. In the real world, self-respect and respect for your partner are important.

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The first few times I had sex with myself I didn't climax, but every time after that I did. It was pretty cool to learn new things about my body.

Orgasms. Pleasure. Who knew?

Like most of the senior girls, I was still struggling with sex, still trying to figure it out.

And the first three times I had sex with a boy, I didn't climax either. I think my body simply didn't grasp the new complications and feelings. Or maybe the required hormonal levels were still adjusting to the spasmodic terpsichorean process known as maturation. But, to be honest: having sex with a boy hurt too much. Fortunately, the fourth time we did it, bam, there it was!

So after remaining a virgin until well past my eighteenth birthday, my first regular orgasm, that is, from good ol' straightforward fucking, was a little better than OK. We both came at the same time. Well, I actually felt that he was about to and that made me hotter, so I got a little bit of a head start and then rode it higher when he bucked into me with his most forceful thrusts. Those ultimate, hard strokes pushed me to climax. It was different from all the orgasms I'd ever had, all of which had been from my own hand in one way or another. None of the handful of guys I'd dated had ever been able to make me climax before so I'd guessed that was just the way it was and the way it was going to be.

Fortunately, my mother actually seemed quite knowledgeable and it was easy to talk about this stuff with her. She had told me that whatever I was feeling now probably would change. If that was the case, then I could only expect it to get better as I got more experience. Right?

Anyway, don't misunderstand me here -- I enjoyed the orgasm, but it had been just short of the goal, a bit of a letdown. More simply put: It was good, yet something was missing. As I said, I'd had plenty of previous autoerotic orgasms, but I was expecting this one to be something special.

It was not that special.

My boyfriend Bull was not to be faulted. I mean, how could I possibly blame a guy -- he must have earned the nickname "Bull," for goodness sake! -- for only bringing me to a satisfying orgasm.

Still, my relatively new sexual anima, fostered by my teenage selfishness, had wanted it to be a mind-blowingly special orgasm.

Bull was good looking with broad muscular shoulders, a nice smile, and great big brown eyes with long lashes. He had a totally ripped bod, had what I thought was a beautiful, big cock, and from what I could tell he knew how to use it.

I may not have been able to rate his cock based on previous fucking experience, but I'd given enough guys hand jobs and boob jobs -- well, not the implant kind -- to know that his dick was above average in length and girth.

If I'm honest, though, my statement about having "given enough guys," might have been a tad self-inflated. In fact, there's no question about it. In truth, I'd given all of four hand jobs and had one guy's penis in between my breasts two times.

During our "warm-up" (Bull's term for foreplay. What a jock!) he'd played with me while I was playing with him and I was dripping wet long before his cock came anywhere near my pussy. He was gentle but it still hurt when we started. And, while we were screwing, he continued to play with my nipples and my clitoris to a pretty terrific and much appreciated response on my part. Regardless of my orgasm situation, my pussy was complaining about the pain. I hoped it wouldn't continue to be like this each time.

Still, it was fun. Don't misunderstand. But, after waiting, delaying the ultimate -- once in a girl's lifetime -- moment, I wanted "amazing!" So, first time: no orgasm and a lot of pain. Second time: no orgasm and a little less pain. Third time: no orgasm and much less pain. Fourth time: almost no pain and a small orgasm.

As I lay there, basking in the post-coital warmth (my first "post-coital" anything, ever) of his muscular chest and his arms around me, I could trace the problem back to Lucy's brother's hoard of downloaded porn. You see, Lucy's brother Gil had built an entire server dedicated to housing his stash of terabytes of illegally downloaded porn, including photos, stories, and videos.

Sorry, I should have told you about Lucy and Gil. Growing up, Lucia and Gilberto Docker lived next door. Lucy and I were the same age. Neither one of us could even remember meeting and becoming friends; it simply seemed like we'd been friends forever.

Gil was a few years older and, as we were entering puberty, he was already into that sullen, angry young man phase of a teenager's life. His door was always closed and locked. He rarely came out and had nothing to do with Lucy and me or even his folks. When he left his room, he left the house.

Admittedly, he maintained a high GPA, was busy with sports and other extracurricular activities, had girlfriends, and seemed popular at school. There were no reports of him binge drinking or doing drugs so his parents wisely (I realize now) left him alone. They figured that it was a phase and that he'd grow out of it.

So, Gil turned a big, old Mac Pro into a server and brought it to school for his computer club. After a few weeks he brought it back home and everyone thought that was the end of it. Lucy and I, though, had a feeling that he had decided to set it up as a porn server. This was partly because we could never find any physical pornography in his room when we sneaked in there. (Don't tell him that.) We also figured that while the Mac was at school he had set it to download porn 24/7 over the very high speed Internet connection the school had.

Lucy and I had never seen much porn other than the occasional soft-core shows on cable and a few adult magazines. Her parents and my mom used some lame, but unfortunately, fairly functional "parental controls" on our home networks for our log-ins. But, unbeknownst to his parents, Gil had set up his own network using the Mac as its server and had purchased a separate router.

The Docker's basement was quite large and Mr. Docker had the foresight when they moved in to get some plywood and build four separate, locked storage areas, one for each member of the family.

Shortly after the big Mac was brought home, on a night I was sleeping over at Lucy's, we heard some noise and quietly peeked out Lucy's bedroom door. Gil was carrying the computer. Because of his late night sneaking about, we concluded that our assumptions about it being an X-rated electronic file cabinet had been correct and we both were more than curious to see what was on it. Unfortunately, it didn't show up on the network so we had no access to it. That night, however, while he was in the basement, Lucy sneaked into his room and looked up the password of his wireless router while I kept watch at the top of the stairs for Gil's return.

Figuring that his Wi-Fi network was safe with his long password, Gil did not use any of the security features of the Mac's operating system. So, once we had the router name and password, we were in.

I still remember the moment that Lucia came back in the room and we quietly closed the door. "Cara, I got it," she whispered to me.

"Let me see," I said as she brought out a small flashlight to see what she'd written down. I couldn't believe that we were both excited just by discovering the dumb password! "Is that it?" I asked, surprised at the Gil's long, but probably easy to remember password. "It's just a bunch of girl's names."

"They're probably porn stars, Cara," Lucy replied after a few moments.

"Hmm, I hadn't thought about that," I said, realizing I didn't know the name of any porn stars, male or female. "Can we see it tonight?" I asked.

"We probably shouldn't," Lucy said. "It's better if we wait until he's got it set up. We don't want him to know that we know."

"Boy, you got that right. I'd be so embarrassed," I said candidly.

Eventually, we went to sleep, but I could feel something new inside of me tingling in anticipation of seeing real porn. And seeing what professional sex stars do!

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As a helplessly, hormone-controlled-and-manipulated teenage girl, there are times when your sex drive is in control and you lash out at any one or any thing keeping you from your goal. There are other times when sex is the farthest thing from your mind. (Maybe this is truer for girls than guys. Upon further reflection, there's no maybe about it!)

Hence, it was more than a week later, frustratingly for me, that Bull and I had sex for the second time. I was hoping my internal response would be more satisfying. No, not just satisfying, but truly fulfilling. Let's face it: A vacation can be satisfying and maybe even a burp can be satisfying, but sex should be terrific or better. I wanted awesome, not just satisfying.

So how, I asked myself, could it have been better than just satisfying?

In retrospect, the answer was clearly traceable to Gil's porn stash.

You see, shortly after we had gotten access to Gil's porn server, Lucy and I had only a half-day of school and we decided that was our chance. We'd get home by 1:00 and spend the afternoon looking at Gil's porn.

We sat in front of her big computer display, typed in the server's address and password, and we were in. Gilberto had been a busy guy; there must have been three or four terabytes of data on the server. The first thing we did was to confirm that it was, in fact, a porn server. That was obvious when we found, in addition to one or two system folders, directories called "Babes," "Oral," "Anal," and "Misc."

Lucia and I, upon just seeing this organization, looked at each other and asked, almost in unison, "What? No intercourse? Where's the fucking?"

It was at that moment that it came to my attention that maybe men and women really don't see sex the same way, the whole Mars/Venus thing. We'd been taught this in Sex Ed, but I just couldn't imagine how it could be. Seeing Gil's directory structure shed some light on the answer to that question. I was simply surprised that there was no directory called "Making Love" or even "Fucking" or some variation of it, like "On silk sheets," "On a sofa," "In the boudoir," and "On a beach." Nope. No regular fucking directory, just Babes, Oral, Anal, and Misc.

We remarked about this, but Lucy reminded me that porn was mostly about what guys wanted, since it was designed primarily for that audience.

We looked in the Babes directory first. There were dozens of folders, maybe even a few hundred, mostly with a woman's first name. We went into one at random and there was a subdirectory called Photos and another called Videos. I don't know what I was expecting, but it surely wasn't this much data -- and so well organized.

"Let's do this in a methodical manner," Lucia said to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Let's go back up to the Babes directory and start at the first one. I think it was 'Abby.' Aren't you curious to see who Abby is?"

"Why? I think we should start with the largest directory. That would have the most videos," I responded.

"Yeah, OK. That sounds good. Maybe the ones with the most data will have the best stuff."

So, we sorted the directory by size and double-clicked on the first one. It was several gigabytes in size. There were hundreds of photos, seven or eight large videos, and some smaller ones that were under a hundred megabytes.

We opened one of the smaller videos. It didn't have a title or cast. It just started with a cute and mostly nude young woman on her knees surrounded by seven or eight naked guys with erections.

Now, it wasn't like I saw it and decided, "That's what I want to do." In fact, I remember thinking ... um, I guess I thought a lot of things. These thoughts were just a jumble in my brain, but my thought process had been aroused. I said, "Gee, that girl has a great body, not a pimple anywhere. Too much eyeliner; it makes her look even younger because she's wearing it to make her look older. And, no hair anywhere below her head! How does she not have any zits?" Then, after studying her body a little longer, I said, "I wonder how old she actually is?" Then I got personal, "Her boobs are so big, but mine are perkier. I like my boobs better, but hers are certainly bigger. I wish mine were bigger."

Many of the girls I'd seen at school in the locker room who had big boobs were overweight. Even the ones who weren't but had big boobs usually had saggy ones.

Mine weren't that big, but at least they weren't flabby. And mine even had their nipples pointing up a little. Some of the girls with big boobs at school had nipples that didn't.

"Oh, Cara, forget about it. You've got great boobs. I wish mine were that big. Yours are just the right size. They're not really huge and gross. You look amazing in gym class, in track, at the beach and the pool. I wish mine were like that."

"Well, yeah, I guess," I replied to her complimentary words. "Thanks." After thinking for a second I added, "Oh you know, I've got my application in to be a lifeguard at the pool again this summer. I'm hoping to hear soon. And you're right; my boobs are much bigger than last summer. Now that I'll be a senior guard -- and with these puppies -- I am going to own that lifeguard stand!" I did a hand-bra push-up motion to emphasize them as I said that.

Anyway, the girl was surrounded by all these hard-ons. I couldn't keep track of them all. I wondered if she could.

"I wonder if she's having fun," Lucy said.

"Yeah, is it just a show?" I asked rhetorically. Then, upon reflection, I added, "Du-uh! Of course it is. She's in a porn video. It's not like it's a documentary or a scripted drama!"

"I don't know, Cara. She looks like she's actually getting off having all those guys to play with."

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "But, I mean, with both of her hands playing with the guys' cocks, she's not getting any action between her legs. So, other than a paycheck, what's in it for her?"

"Well, now that you've become a member of the LOV Club," Lucia said sarcastically, "I'm surprised you're not focused on the guys."

First of all, I should explain that the LOV Club was our own group of friend's Loss Of Virginity Club. Lucia and her boyfriend Bruce had "joined" that club together two months ago. In fact, I was one of the last in our small clique to join. On the other hand, Bull was perceived as a prize so I got some street cred for having lost it to him.

The other thing is that, in all honesty, I couldn't take my mind or my eyes off those cocks. Yes, I was observing and commenting about the girl aloud to my best friend, but another part of me was embarrassed by observing all those hard dicks. Not just observing, but getting hot (and wet between my legs) just looking at them. It felt so personal, almost "wrong," I guess I just didn't want Lucia to know how excited I was looking at them all together.

What was so weird was that I didn't really care what face or even body was connected to those dicks. I had expected that I'd focus on how handsome the guy was or how hot a body he had. But, no. I just wanted to see more hard cocks.

As a high school senior with graduation just a couple of months away, as I already noted, I could still count the number of penises with which I'd, um, "interacted" on one hand. And that was the way I'd interacted with all but one of them (although if one got tired, sometimes I'd use two hands).

There was Allen Holland who'd been the first guy to play with my boobs. I enjoyed that immensely. What a great invention: Boobs! And Allen wanted nothing more than to put his cock in between them and have an orgasm. The feeling of his thighs rubbing over my torso and touching my breasts while his cock and balls made thrusting movements with me holding them tightly together, that was something new for me. And very hot. I was a little disappointed that he shot his cum on my neck and chest. I'd never tasted cum and, although I had some trepidation, I wanted to know what it tasted like.

But, no, Allen didn't seem to be interested in coming in my mouth. Only later did I find out that this was not the norm. I think he was just nervous and didn't want to come too quickly. Maybe he was conflicted about wanting to get off and concurrently didn't somehow want to offend me.

I did manage to get a chance to lick his cock's head a few times and I enjoyed the slightly salty liquid that was there. I think it was the masculinity of it, being so foreign to anything I'd ever experienced.

After two or three serious dates (i.e., playing with each other's privates combined with tit fucking struck my late teenage mind as "serious") with Allen, however, he seemed to be more interested in Peggy, a girl in one of our classes. She was a little hefty, but she certainly had larger breasts than I did. In fact, she probably had the largest breasts of anyone in school. Anyway, Allen just stopped calling. Oh, well. With all of the boys who seemed to be interested, I saw no reason to pursue Allen any longer.

I'd find someone else who'd let me give him a blowjob. It seemed to me that it shouldn't be a difficult task. I really wanted to learn what that white liquid tasted like. It looked so hot shooting out of those hard-ons.

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That first orgasm with Bull was on a Tuesday night, after a rehearsal for the spring musical at school. His parents were at some event at his sister's school so we had the house to ourselves, although we did have to keep an ear out for the chance that they'd come home early.

I can still remember playing scenes from the porn videos, which had been fascinating me over the previous month or two, in my mind during and after doing it with Bull. Part of me wanted to tell him about my fantasies, but I was afraid that he'd think I was weird. Even I thought I might have been weird, that it was more than just a fascination. Maybe I was becoming obsessed with watching cocks erupt.

In one of Gil's subdirectories there were a bunch of videos of just edits from different movies, just showing the money shots, one right after the other. It even looked like Gil may have used a video editing program to make composite videos with four different windows showing different cum shot compilations in one movie. I think I found this one to be my favorite, or at least one of my favorites. Sometimes I'd find one girl interesting or cute or just having a fun, natural attitude.

Some of the girls who could deep throat well were pretty amazing. I couldn't imagine how they did it, but it sure looked sexy when they easily took a really big cock deep. The ones who were best made it look so easy pressing their noses against the guys' abs and licking their balls at the same time. A few even seemed to be enjoying it and enjoying getting the guys to come.

One of my other favorites was in a subdirectory of the directory labeled Bukkake. I'd heard about bukkake, but couldn't imagine what the big deal was about having all this semen all over your face. It felt like it was demeaning to the girl, but then again it was porn. And porn was somehow different than real life. Maybe guys could enjoy demeaning women in porn so they didn't do it in real life.

I digress: the directory under Bukkake that caught my eye was labeled Gokkun, something I'd never heard. I was cautious, though. Before opening any of the subdirectories, which had names I didn't understand, I did a search just to make sure I knew what I was going to be watching. With the one labeled Gokkun, I was a little surprised at what it meant. Part of me reacted in astonishment at how uninvolved the guys were in the sex act.
I had thought guys got off by watching people have sex. Even with the Bukkake stuff, regardless of its debasement of women, there was something exciting and even interesting watching the pretty faces react to the cocks and their ejaculations. What seemed a little strange to me was that the movies in the Gokkun directory often didn't even show guys coming when the girl drank the stuff. She was just alone or with other girls drinking the semen of many men from a large glass, bowl, or plate loaded with loads of semen. How did this excite guys?

On the other hand, I asked myself, why was it exciting to me to watch it? I'd never even tasted it, but, as I said, there was something sexy about the girls drinking it. It was especially sexy when a girl appeared to be really enjoying it.

Anyway, just two days after my first OK but not so wonderful orgasm from fucking, there was a serendipitous day that began my on-again-off-again relationship to pornography and my preposterous journey down the road to what some might perceive as degradation. Who would have thought that the onset of a heavy snowfall (usually considered somehow virginal) would betoken my rapid descent in less than a month from virgin to harlot, from Sandra Dee to Hester Prynne?

It began not quite innocently with a relaxed dalliance with The Twins. Identical twins Lyle and London Masters moved into the house behind ours when Lucia and I were in fourth grade. Unlike many monozygotic twins who rebel against the "cuteness" imposed by their parent's subsuming each one's personality into the other's, the Masters twins were best friends and even enjoyed pulling the occasional, good-natured pranks on those who didn't realize that they were a set. They were like a real life Fred and George Weasley from the Harry Potter series.

Anyway, Lucia, the twins, and I became good friends growing up. In fact, Lucy, Lyle, Lon, and I were almost inseparable for several years there. Then, in the course of a year or so, puberty began affecting all of us to some degree. Lucia and I sort of went off in one direction while Lyle and London got into a different clique at school. We remained friends, but at a distance.

So, it was on a Thursday after school. I was home, but I had to run an errand. My mom was at work and the whole Docker family (Lucy, Gil, and their parents) had left town to attend a funeral. It was late afternoon and had begun to snow earlier in the day. By the time I needed to make my run to the store, our driveway was snowed in and I was panicking. I called The Twins who fortunately were home. Even though we hadn't hung out in some time, they came over with their snow shovels and the three of us cleared enough snow from the driveway for me to get out.

"Thanks, guys. I owe you," I said to them as I got into my car.

"Hey, Cara, it looks like it might be a snow day tomorrow. D'you have any plans?" Lyle said.

"That would be really nice having the day off tomorrow, an unexpected three-day weekend." I told them. "Let's see how bad the snow is tomorrow morning. If I can get my schoolwork done tonight, then I can have the day to play tomorrow."

While I was out, my mom called me on my cell informing me that the traffic was terrible. She told me to expect her later than usual and not to wait for her for dinner. I told her not to worry and that all was well at home. I was worried about her, but I knew she'd get home safely. And, there wasn't anything I could do for her at the time anyway. She took mass transit for her commute and I was hoping she was going to get home at a reasonable hour.

After a productive block of non-stop effort, by 9:30 I had finished my schoolwork for the next day and even for the following Monday. That felt really good. I was free to play, shop (at least online), watch movies, and read all weekend. Sitting down to watch some television, all I could find in the local channels was about the snowstorm and how it was affecting the roads: A half-hour or so of repetitive coverage of snow fall amounts, snow plows, and reporters trying unsuccessfully to find something new to say. Finally, my mym managed to make it home. She told me it was a really bad commute, but that she had seen lots of crews out on the roads deployed to try to stay up with the snow.

Nevertheless, in the morning I was overjoyed to learn that school was cancelled for the day. The unplanned, but delightful, three-day weekend had come to pass. Regardless, my mom decided to go in to work.

After she left at 6:45 AM, I planned to have a full day of catching up my movie watching on Netflix.

By 9:45 I was bored beyond belief. Then the phone rang.

"Hi, Cara. What do you want to do?" London asked me.

"I don't know. What d'ya think?"

"Well, Lyle and I had a Mimosa with our breakfast. Would you like to come over and have one? I'll make you a spinach omelet, bacon, pancakes, uh..."

In the background I could hear Lyle agreeing with him with such glee that I would have known they'd been drinking even if he hadn't told me. "They're great omelets. You gotta have one," I heard him shout.

"Lon, did you have just one Mimosa with breakfast?"

"Well, to tell the truth, we each had one with our first breakfast, one or maybe two with our second breakfast, and another with our third breakfast."

"What are you, Hobbits?"

"What're Hobbits?" he asked me, his voice very slurred.

"Never mind. A Mimosa sounds like a great plan. I'll see you in a few minutes. I just need to get bundled up."

"You're going to walk forty or fifty feet. It'll take you ten seconds to get here. What's the point in getting so bundled up?" He paused, belched, and then added, "We have a fire going."

"OK. OK. I'll be right over," I said. I quickly took off my robe and flannel PJs, threw on a t-shirt and some sweats, glad that I'd showered (and shaved myself) the night before. Part of me thought it wasn't cool drinking on a snow day, but with my schoolwork done and the snow still falling, the idea of a Mimosa, an omelet, and some black coffee did sound good. Plus, it had been a long time since I'd hung out with The Twins. With Lucy gone for the week, it would be nice to spend time with them.

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When I got there, though, all I really wanted was a mug of good, hot coffee and to sit by the fire. Yet, the aroma of butter, eggs, some exotic spices, and onions cooking, the smell of coffee, the crackling fire, all contributed to a sudden yen for food.

The icing on the cake was, upon opening the door, the twins offering me a huge flute of Mimosa. The fresh fruit smell (They added fresh squeezed lime to the fresh squeezed OJ.) was irresistible. By the time I took off my boots and made it to the fireplace in the family room, Lyle was pouring my third Mimosa.

Boy, those things go down so smoothly. You simply don't realize how much you're drinking and how much alcohol is coursing through your system.

As the fire was warming me I realized that whatever tension the outside chill had caused had evaporated. In addition I was feeling happy and becoming looser emotionally. This, I thought to myself, was me trying to say that I was pretty well blitzed, without exactly admitting it. I also began to examine the twins as they worked effortlessly as a team -- the way you'd expect from friendly brothers -- in the non-stop preparation of food and drink.

I'd forgotten how they'd grown up. They were both about six feet tall with muscular physiques. I recalled that they'd both done well in one or two sports, but didn't remember which. Regardless, the images hitting my brain of the two of them walking around in t-shirts and boxers made me reevaluate my historically chaste perceptions. They were now attractive and hot, real hot.

I realized that this sudden change in my interest was being caused by my recent virginity loss, that is, my membership in the LOV Club. Emotionally, no longer being a virgin was now freeing me to think salacious thoughts about guys and their heretofore personally and biblically unknown parts. Of course, the introduction to and ensuing self-immersion in pornography added to these naughty thoughts.

My mind was flooded with the images of sexy young women surrounded by cocks, hard cocks, lots of them, all with one goal. Every one of them wanted to spew its warm, creamy liquid into or on one of those hot babes. At that exact moment, my mind awash in alcohol, I wanted to be one of those babes. I asked myself if I could possibly do that today with two guys I had known for ten years. And, if I said yes to the question of whether or not I could, the next question was "Would I?"

As I pondered the possibilities another, important thought popped into my head. Duh! I remembered that I'd never tasted semen. I suddenly had a strong desire to rectify that situation. Not only did I want to watch it spurt out of a cock. I wanted to taste it, to drink it. I didn't want just one boy's ejaculate; I wanted five of them, a dozen, a whole glassful.

The moment I started to think about doing it with never having even tasted it, I began to think about the images from the porn I'd watched. There were girls with so much semen in their mouths that it was literally spilling out. Others were licking it off saucers, tabletops, a guy's abs, and drinking it from wineglasses or even larger vessels. I briefly remembered learning that the average amount of ejaculate is just barely a teaspoon, but immediately dismissed it, mainly because it was all just fantasy at the moment.

But, I cautioned myself, some of the girls didn't look like they were enjoying it too much. Some gagged. Some even looked like they were going to throw up. Even the ones who seemed to be truly enjoying it (and many appeared to be faking the enjoyment), gagged sometimes.

So, I asked myself, could I handle it? What if I hated the taste? What if I gagged or threw up? Many of my girlfriends told stories about how gross the stuff was. In fact, although a few said that it wasn't bad, most of them said it was just something you had to swallow quickly so you didn't taste it much. No one said that she enjoyed the taste.

Considering all the potential for pleasure and yuckiness, sexual satisfaction and sexual disappointment, facility and ineptitude, I was making myself crazy. My inner voices were screaming at me with so many different opinions of what to do, I couldn't move, couldn't make a decision.

Fortunately, the Masters twins made the decision for me. It began when kitchen and fireplace sounds were interrupted when Lyle, out of the blue, said, "Did you know that Gil Docker has a whole lot of porn on his own server?"

Without even thinking about it I said, "Yeah. Lucia and I have been watching a ton of it. I think I've been more obsessed with it than she, though. I thought I wanted to see hunky guys in passionate love-making with beautiful women in sensual settings and luxurious silk and lace." I paused to take a breath. Perhaps I had said too much. Nevertheless, I managed to put my other foot in my mouth. "But it turns out I just love watching cocks spurt. It's so hot!"

There it was. Now I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud. I briefly wished I hadn't but then I realized that just saying it had made me so excited that I felt like the slightest breeze at that moment would make me climax. I suddenly didn't care what I'd said. In fact, what happened next was exactly the best thing.

The twins glanced at each other and then they both, as if they had choreographed it, adjusted themselves in their boxers. Although I was new to actual sex with a guy, it was clear to anyone with eyes open in the room that they both had hard-ons.

"Well, uh, have you ever actually watched one spurt? I mean, you know, just watched one up close, 'cause, um, I'd be glad to show you." Lyle said this, but it was obvious London would have given me the same offer if only he'd finished adjusting himself sooner.

I contemplated if this was something in which I shouldn't be involved, like maybe I was pushing some morality boundary beyond acceptable norms. I knew I couldn't undo it if we started. On the other hand, I'd been watching cocks spew semen onto willing, thrilled faces (as well as some not so thrilled) for weeks. I knew I couldn't play around like this with Bull. He was too, too... I couldn't find the right word, but I just knew I couldn't.

So I considered asking the twins if their dicks could come out and play with me. It was probably the unwise thing. But, then I thought, "What the hell? Why not?" I'd known the twins for 10 years and trusted them to be respectful and more importantly to keep it in the family, as it were.

So, why not, indeed! It was at that moment that I realized I could smell myself, the uniquely female aroma of my saturated crotch. My pussy was so wet with my juices, not only could I smell myself, but I was sure the guys could hear my squishing as I moved.

"So, d'you mean that you'd be willing to show a gal how you jerk off, right here in your family room?"

"Well, Cara, you're not just any gal," London responded. "We've known each other since fourth grade. We'd be discrete. This would just be between us."

Interjecting, as he was wont to, Lyle said, "He means 'among' us. 'Between' is supposed to be used just for two things, not more."

"Yeah," I said smiling at both of them, "well, I only see the outlines of two 'things' here so maybe London was being vigilant in his diction."

The two of them smiled, realizing that this was going to happen. But I'm glad that we were still rather drunk. I wasn't 100 percent clear on exactly what was going to happen. I was clear, however, on what I wanted: I wanted to see their cocks shoot and to learn about how guys did that.

Jeez, I was so turned on. I said, "And speaking of 'dic-tion,' come on, boys, let's have a look."

It was then, as the two of them dropped their boxers and stepped out of them, that I realized that I could ask them to let me taste their cum. In 20/20 hindsight that seems so naïve, but there I was, having just lost my virginity two weeks ago, so that's exactly what I was: naïve.

"Hey, why don't you show us your tits?" London asked.

"Yeah, that would help get me off," Lyle added.

I was not thrilled with this idea. Both Allen and Bull had said they liked my boobs, but no other guy had ever seen them. Even compared to the girls in the porn I'd watched and regardless of the mixed feelings I'd discussed with Lucia, I was pretty happy with my breasts. They had grown a bit in the last year as I'd told her and now I did like the way they looked. On my thin frame, they sometimes looked too big, but I wouldn't have wanted them smaller or larger.

However, I was still somewhat self-conscious about them. I think I was just as self-conscious about my pussy. Maybe it was just a girl thing. You're not supposed to show any of your body outside of a swimsuit.

"You guys don't look like you need any help at all," I replied.

All this talk about bodies and what should be shown or not was soon forgotten, because as soon as they were naked from the waist down, I saw their outwardly pointing cocks and I had a small, surprising orgasm -- just from seeing their two cocks in the daylight diminished by the snow, but enhanced by the fire. They were pink, red, hard, and glistening at the tips. I wanted so much to touch myself, but I realized it would distract me from the task at hand. I also wanted to stay focused on learning about cocks and cum in the first person, not as an observer, but as a participant.

No, before touching myself, I wanted to touch and feel them. Yet, as I moved to sit on their low, sturdy coffee table and used my hands to motion them to come closer, I was struck by the reality that I'd never done this before. All of my many sexual encounters (all six of them) were quickly grabbed in a movie theater and a car -- except for the times when Bull and I had done it in his bedroom of course, but even that was over pretty quickly. So, I'd never had the autodidactic opportunity to carefully and explore the male anatomy.

I wanted to savor this, to have it be a true learning experience. I knew it was going to be orgasmic. It already was to some degree, so there was no doubt about that.

Watching the two of them walk over to me, their cocks sticking straight at me, bouncing a little as they moved, was a beautiful thing. Their stiff rods bobbing and rocking as they walked looked so silly really, but so sexy at the same time. It seemed like they were different people than the two guys with whom I'd grown up. Now they were sexual creatures.

Another thing I couldn't help but notice: Although they may have seemed identical, there was one important part of them that made them each unique, a way, possibly in a tight spot, to tell them apart. I won't say which one was which. One was longer than the other, not by much, but it was noticeable. On the other hand, the shorter one had more girth, also noticeable. Anyway, there it was. One was fatter and shorter. The other was longer and thinner. I guess their genes had understood the issues and compensated.

Looking at both of them was exciting for me, regardless.

Fortunately, they were playing right into my hands. Of course, I hadn't really made this plan, but it was a good one. I can't really take credit for it. It was just dumb luck that I was here on this snow day with two of my friends who were now nearly naked and pointing at me with their lovely, hard cocks.

As they approached me I glanced out the window and watched the snow still falling. The big flakes blowing around made the Masters' backyard look like a snow globe. It gave me a brief chill and to compensate my eyes went to the still-roaring fire. I had become cold and then I warmed myself by just glancing outside and then to the fireplace. How strange that I could alter my senses just by visual stimulation. Hmm.

Now it was time to get to know some more about hard dicks. I wanted to learn as much about them as I could while I had this opportunity. Although I hadn't thought about it too much, I realized that I wanted to be really good at sex. And, as a naïf, it was incumbent upon me to learn how to be good at it. Whenever I found Mr. Right I wanted to make him happy. Hence my view on this educational opportunity.

"Wow, look at those things," I exclaimed. I was directly in front of the fireplace and the two of them were just a few inches from my face, about 45 degrees on either side of me. I was surprised at how red they were. I could see what I assumed was pre-cum dripping from the slits in both of them.

"Can I lick it?" I asked as I looked up at Lyle who had reached down to touch himself.

Lyle glanced at London, his eyes wide in surprise. "Yeah, sure, um, that would be cool."

So I reached out to touch his hard cock. But, as I closed my hand around his shaft several things happened very quickly.

First, Lyle said three different things in a row: A painful "Ow!" was the first. Then he muttered a surprised "Uh, uh, uh." This was followed by a resigned "Oh, fuck," said with a long, long central "uh" sound.

Unfortunately, well, sort of unfortunately, I never got the chance to lick his pre-cum, because concurrent with the elongated "Oh, fuck," Lyle began to ejaculate. With my hand still grasping his hard dick, his spurts went everywhere. Globs landed on my nose, my lips, my chin, my neck, my shoulder, and one landed directly in my eye. Splat.

One of the many things that surprised me was the killer orgasm that I had -- apparently from just watching his cock spurt that white liquid. I'd had one short, but stunning climax with no hint that it was coming. But Lyle's ejaculation was so beautiful. It looked just like the ones in the porn videos, but it was right in front of me. I could see it happen. Hell, I could smell it. It smelled wonderful. Not at all like I'd expected. When I saw it in the porn I watched, it looked like sweet vanilla sauce or maybe white chocolate icing.
But seeing and smelling it was still a pretty new experience, brand new if you're talking about daylight. I was thinking that the smell reminded me a little of Clorox, but only very slightly. It also had a little bit of sweetness in the smell. Something was bubbling up, just beneath my consciousness, but I wasn't sure what. As I was trying to get a grasp on this new thought, I was interrupted by Lyle.

"Uh, sorry about that, Cara," he said.

"Why are you apologizing?" I responded, looking around at where his cum had landed and trying to determine what and where I needed to clean up. "I was confused about your exclamations, though." It was at that moment that I realized I still was tightly gripping his now softening cock. "I think I hurt you when I grabbed it.

"But, wow. Look at that. A minute ago it was as hard as a rock and pointing right at me, now it's like, like, bread dough," I said without thinking. Then I added, "I'm sorry. I hope that wasn't insensitive of me. I know you guys have a lot of ego in the terms of affection you use for your man parts."

All this time I was pretty unaware of London, but I did know that he was laughing his ass off. Glancing to the other side, it was obvious that he had not laughed his erection off. It was still there, pointing at the other side of my face.

"No," Lyle said. "It was just so hot seeing you sitting there staring at my dick. Then I kind of went into autopilot mode."

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him. "What were those noises? But, you first sounded like you were in pain. Then you sounded unsure of yourself. Finally, you said a really long 'fuck,' and before I knew what was happening, I had cum all over me. I don't even know if I should ask you if you enjoyed yourself."

Before he had a chance to say anything, I heard London say, "Oh, shit!" I looked at his cock, which he'd been jerking madly (How had I missed all that activity?) and saw that he was on the verge of coming. As a newbie to all this sex stuff, I wasn't sure if I was right, I simply couldn't imagine anyone keeping up such rapid hand movements for a long time without getting tired, sore, or both.

Regardless, I wanted to be more a part of this one, but I wasn't sure exactly what to do. His hand was moving so fast, I didn't think I could touch him anywhere that mattered without getting hurt, or at least getting in the way. There was a part of me that wanted to open my mouth, like all those girls did in Gil's porn, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that. What if I choked? What if I gagged or worse? I was OK with simply being unknowledgeable, but I didn't want to put a damper on things.

Just as he finished a second "Shit," I saw that some stuff started to fly off the tip of his cock. I immediately (well, almost immediately) realized that it must be pre-cum and I acted. I moved both of my hands together, the way you would if you were trying to scoop up water to wash your face, and put them in front of his cock at what I thought was the right distance. My cupped hands were close enough to catch the semen, but far enough away not to get in the way of all the activity. (With my hands out like that I momentarily felt like I was in a television ad: "You're In Gooey Hands With Allstate!" Boy, I really needed to focus.)

Later, upon reconsidering this day, I was amazed at how comfortable we all were with this whole thing, especially since there were no romantic notions in my brain at all. But I chalk it up to the alcohol and the sex hormones. Mainly, though, it's the enormous amount of deceptively addictive porn I'd been watching for the past month or two.

So, Lon's first shot, as I had expected, hit my slightly cupped hands but then proceeded to ricochet (or maybe it was more like a flat stone being skimmed on a lake) off my hand and hit my nose. I reacted by moving my head slightly backwards, blinking momentarily, and then opening my eyes wide only to see the next shot hit me on my upper lip. Clearly, I was not where I should be to catch his load in my hands.

Not being one to take things lying (or in this case sitting) down I shot to my feet and spun half-way around, all the while still holding my hands in front of his cockhead. I looked down and saw a few more globs of semen beginning to form a pool in my hands. I was surprised to see that a glob landed in the pool right after one spout had just left London's prick. I couldn't figure out how he did that, but I set that mystery aside to figure out later. For now, I realized that he was slowing down and the shots were becoming smaller and less frequent.

"Jeez, that was awesome," Lon said.

"You know, I think I'm..." I began to say that my legs felt weak, but my body took over and, as it went back to sitting me down on the coffee table, I had an enormous climax. It was better than any I'd had, ever. I began to shiver and tremble and I let out a low moan from somewhere deep in my chest. It was awesome. This was the kind of orgasm I'd wanted to have from the beginning. I could feel my body suddenly perspiring and a unique kind of warmth emanating from between my legs. This was amazing. This was worth the pain of those three fucks with Bull. This was worth having cum all over me. This was worth waiting to join the LOV club. This was fucking great!

I just sat there, my body probably looking like it was experiencing a 7.3 in San Francisco. I thought about the fact that I was still clothed and glad for that, otherwise the Twins would have seen my twins shaking. I was embarrassed about this fact. I'm not sure why. It seems from the softer-core porn with the large busted women, that guys like to see a woman's breasts bouncing. For whatever reason, it caused me embarrassment, just to think about it. Nevertheless, I was glad that I was clothed, even if both I and said clothes were currently stippled with semen!

Anyway, after my orgasm began to subside, I finished my sentence very slowly, "...having an orgasm." The guys just looked at me like I was from another planet (like Venus). As the climax was ebbing, though, I began to realize the coolness of this orgasm. I hadn't touched myself, hadn't used a vibrator, and hadn't had anyone else touching me. I was fully clothed with nothing physically and externally going on in between my legs. But, I'd still had the largest climax ever.

How could this happen? Was it pheromones? Was it the aroma of semen? Was it watching the guys have their orgasms? Was it from having a pool of semen in my hands?

Whatever caused it I needed to know so that I could do it again (and again, and again). After a few moments, the uneasiness of standing there in our individual alcohol-fueled, post-orgasmic stupors, we all broke out laughing. London and Lyle both fell back on the two couches in the family room. I just thought about how great I felt and about how I needed to learn to have another one of these mind-blowing orgasms.

"You have cum hanging off your nose. It's just wiggling back and forth," said Lyle.

"And you have two strands hanging off your chin," London added with a chuckle.

"How come you guys see that, but you don't see whatever it is that's making it difficult to open my eye?"

"Oh, yeah," said Lon, "you have cum on your eyebrow and your eye, too. In fact, you're whole face is pretty well covered in cum!"

"Well, let's see if it stings," I said as I opened my eye, blinking a few times, and feeling the gooey stuff hang off my eyelashes. Some of it oozed into my eye. It was uncomfortable, but not the worst thing.

Then I realized that we were all so chilled out that, even though we hadn't hung out in a long time, I felt really comfortable with the Twins. I also noticed that both of them again had erections and that they were stroking themselves slowly, but seemingly with purpose.

I looked up at the mirror they had over the mantle to see what I looked like and I could see their point. I was a mess. There was cum, some watery and some globular, on almost every inch of my face, my forehead, and my hair. I could see more globs of it on my shoulders, chest, and neck.

At that moment I was about to reach up to clear away the cum in my eye when I realized that my hands were still tightly held together. Looking down I saw what had become a large pool of cum. There were some thick globules in a bed of less viscous liquid.

I was fascinated by it.

I brought my hands up to my face to smell it. It smelled really strange, but also intoxicating. I kept smelling it as I noticed that both the guys began to increase their stroking paces. This was a little surprising to me. Why would my smelling London's cum cause both of them to masturbate with more intensity?

It really didn't matter to me, though. It was so sexy watching them jerk off and to smell the semen at the same time.

There was only one thing to do I realized. I brought my hands close enough to my face so I could put my tongue into the semen pool. It was a little acerbic, a little salty, and even a little sweet. Overall, though, I was most surprised by how cool its temperature was. When it had first hit my hands it was warm, but it had now cooled to what seemed to be room temperature.

I sucked a little bit of it into my mouth and swished it around. Then I heard one of the guys say, "You like that stuff?"

"I don't know. This is the first time I've ever actually smelled and tasted it. Have you ever tasted it?"

Important note to any girls who might want to know: Don't ask a teenage boy if he's ever tasted his cum. It may cause mental discomfort.

As if on cue, their stroking slowed dramatically and you could almost sense a miasma of tension emanate from the walls of the room.

"OK. I guess I'm not supposed to ask that," I said sheepishly.

"No, no," Lyle said. "It's just that I think most guys have probably tried their own, but they would never admit it. It goes to a potentially gay place and probably isn't the macho way most straight guys want to be perceived."

"How weird you guys are. I think it's really hot," I replied. "I mean, I can't make this stuff. It requires a guy to manufacture it."

And with that bit of chronicling of the obvious, I put my lips into the pool of cum and, in a completely unladylike manner, slurped up the whole white mess. What came next was a real surprise.

I came. I came like I had come just before, but even better. As I did, I slowly moved the semen around in my mouth, letting my taste buds savor the manly liquid, now mixing with my saliva. It seemed that the cum began to taste differently, maybe a little sweeter. Regardless, I tuned out to almost everything. I was just riding the climax as far as it would take me.

Half of the way into it, I realized that I wanted to see what the twins were up to. I opened my eyes a little and saw that my orgasm had apparently turned them on. Their hands were moving rapidly again. This was so cool, it made my orgasm last longer as, I think, I had another one while I was having one. Well, it felt like it anyway. It was so sexy watching them pump their dicks again.

Then I remembered that some of the girls in the porn I'd watched did something I could never imagine doing, and here I was doing just that.

I opened my mouth a little and let all of the cum mixture in my mouth slowly dribble over my lower lip, down my chin, and back into my cupped hands. I briefly looked down and the pool appeared larger and sparkled in the light. It looked delicious and I wanted to drink it. First, though, I glanced at the guys, back and forth a few times.

"That is so sexy."

"Jeez, Cara, I didn't realize you were so into cum."

"I'm not. At least I never was until this morning. I've never even tasted it before, but it's so sexy. I had another orgasm just having it in my mouth."

And, with that admission, I slurped up everything again and without even thinking about it I just swallowed the whole thing.

It was then I had a second surprise: I gagged on it and began coughing. I immediately knew what it was about, but there wasn't anything to do until the coughing spell subsided.

Finally, I got myself under control and reached over for my now quite dead (bubbleless) Mimosa. The liquid helped to diminish the temporary irritation in my throat.

"You know, I should have realized this. Semen is made to cling to the inside of the vagina so the sperm can be in a safe environment before beginning their journeys. So it's no wonder that if you aren't careful how you swallow it, it's going to want to stick to your throat. Let's face it: it's just another mucous membrane, right?"

I think this revelation of mine and its seriousness took whatever excitement was left in the room (after my gagging-coughing fit) and threw it into the fireplace. Oh well. This was a learning experience kind of morning and I was going to learn to swallow semen, come hell or high water. I had already determined that I enjoyed it and without even thinking about it, cum had given me three orgasms, no hands, no vibrator, no cock. Just cum in my mouth. Wow. Who knew?

Realizing that I was still arrayed with the gooey and quite extraordinary liquid, I began to look for whatever globs I could find, although most of them seemed to have turned to a thinner liquid and seeped into the fabric. I used my fingers to transfer the thick strands still hanging off my nose and chin. I raised my hand above my face and let the cum fall onto my outstretched tongue. (I'd seen that in some of the porn and it looked so cool.) Moving all of this cum into my mouth surprised me when I heard myself moan in pleasure. Looking into the mirror, I used my fingers to slide the rest of the stuff on my face and forehead into my mouth. When I had found most of it, I swallowed it carefully. It went down easily. I located a few more clumps on my shirt and sweat pants and they went down too.

I moved over to the couch next to London and chilled. It was then that I saw the two of them really going at it. I figured that they must both be about ready to come again. I wanted to taste it straight from the source.

"Would you guys mind coming in my mouth?" I asked.

Looking both excited and embarrassed, neither said a thing. Both, though, shook their heads up and down rapidly.

"Now I have to warn you that I've never put a penis in my mouth so I don't know what I'm doing. Can you tell me what to do?"

London said, "Well, I've never had my penis in anyone's mouth so I don't know what to tell you. In most of the porn it looks like the girls put their lips over their teeth and either the guys jerk off on their tongues or they sort of fuck their mouths." He looked at me and then added, "Does that help?"

"Yeah, I guess. I just hope you're not going to be disappointed."

"Are you kidding?" said Lyle. "Having your mouth around my cock would be heaven. But if you keep yapping, I'm gonna blow my load all over myself."

"So noted," I said as I got up, moved over to Lyle, and plopped myself down on the floor between his legs.

I leaned down to try to lick the pre-cum on his head, but his hand was moving so fast.

"You're going to have to slow down or you're going to break one of my teeth or maybe my nose," I warned him, moving one hand to take hold of his jerking wrist.

He seemed to be apprehensive about stopping at that particular moment, but I think he realized how right I was when I licked his cock head with my tongue. It tasted a little salty, but quite pleasant. I knew that it wouldn't give me an orgasm because there was so little of it. And, because, duh, I didn't have an orgasm!

Regardless, I enjoyed the feel of his cock against my lips and tongue. I continued to swab him, starting out softly and then applying more and more pressure. The texture, taste, and smell of his cock began to get to me as did his incessant, soft cries, alternating between "Oh, fuck" and "Oh, shit." I thought it was a little weird to cry out such things, but then I started to think about what I said when I came and ceased my critical train of thought. As the saying goes, "Let she who is perfect," etc.

Even so, the feeling of his smooth cockhead, bathed with a wet coat consisting of his pre-cum and my saliva was hot and making me more so. Within just a couple of minutes I was aware that Lyle was going to come again. He was moaning louder and became more animated. I had his cockhead in my mouth and he was jerking himself off. It was turning me on, too. A lot.

I think I was excited for a few reasons. First, I was going to get to taste more cum. Second, it was my first ever blowjob, even if Lyle was doing some of the work. Third, I could feel that I was going to come when he did. I wasn't sure exactly how I knew this or even how this mechanism worked, but I could feel it coming. And, finally, I was totally stoked to get to feel for the first time what it was like to have a cock shoot into my mouth.

While my mouth and mouth-adjacent parts were almost on autopilot and my mind was trying to keep track of everything that was happening in the excitement of the moment, Lyle cried out something like a combination of "Oh, fuck, shit" and "Jeez," shoved his hips up, his cock went deeper into my mouth, and he started to shoot.

His cock felt like it got larger and suddenly I felt two spurts of cum shoot into my mouth, one right after the other. When the third one hit the back of the roof of my mouth I had a slight sense that it was going to make me gag, but I managed to quickly swish it around and got it under control. The next one, the fourth, seemed to be bigger than the first three and I realized that I had a pretty full mouth of his cum.

His cum continued to flood my mouth and, wham! Just like that I came. My whole body became one big orgasm, from head to toe I could feel myself trembling, my pussy getting so wet I was sure I was leaving a puddle even through my panties and sweatpants. It was awesome. It was the kind of orgasm I'd had half-an-hour earlier, but even better -- if that was remotely possible. I supposed it was because not only was I rewarded with a mouthful of this delicious white manly liquid and the cool way it shot out, I also got to feel his cock on my tongue and lips. It was so sexual. It was nirvana.

I lost count of how many more shots of cum I felt him have, but it felt as though my climax just went on for several minutes. I know it didn't but it felt as though it did.

Once Lyle stopped coming I began to come down myself. It was strange and almost funny to feel his cock shrink in my mouth from this big, hard erection to a soft, little penis.

Eventually, his cock slipped out of my mouth. I was careful to not let any of the semen get away, though. I wanted to savor the taste and texture, to swish it around and see if I could have another orgasm just from that.

Due to the intense focus on the sexual aspects of the moment, I hadn't realized that I was in a physically awkward position. I took the opportunity to flip myself over, put the back against the lower front part of the couch, and let the back of my head rest between Lyle's strong thighs. It felt warm and quite wonderful. I could see that it was still snowing and enjoyed watching the fire flicker in the chandelier overhead. And speaking of overhead: I also enjoyed the feeling of his soft cock and balls against the top of my head.

Remembering some of the girls in the porn videos, I decided to try something I'd seen. I still had my mouthful of cum and in this position, with my head back, it seemed quite natural to gargle with it.

I did it for a second and Lyle began to laugh. Then I did it again and for a longer period. I was surprised at how many big bubbles I could make as I kept up the gargling. After a while, there were cum bubbles overflowing my mouth and I still had a lot of cum in the back of my throat. Gargling was fun. It didn't give me an orgasm, but it was so messy and childish, how could I not enjoy it? Sort of like an adult version of playing in the snow.
When I finally stopped gargling and giggling, I realized that I had lost track of London. The last I remember, he'd been sitting on the other couch, playing with himself. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.

I tried to say, "Where's Lon?" but what came out was more like "er-clon?" Realizing that I still had my mouthful of semen, with bubbles of the stuff now drying on my lips, cheeks, nose, and chin, I decided it was unnecessary to worry too much about Lon. He'd be fine wherever he'd gone.

Not getting a response from Lyle and hearing him breathing quietly I figured that he had fallen asleep. With my head comfortably back and surrounded by his muscular thighs I thought I'd do the same. I closed my eyes, but as I drifted off, in this funny position, my mouth was slightly open and I snored once or twice. That woke me up and without even thinking about it I swallowed the load of cum in my mouth.

It went down so smoothly and warmed me as it did. It did not induce an orgasm exactly, but it stirred something inside of me that was just perfect.

Ah, sex. Good. Sex equals good. Cum. Good. These words were floating around in my brain when I heard some noise and realized that Lon must have gone into the kitchen. I struggled to get up and wandered in, my cum-stained t-shirt now pretty dry and cum drying on my face.

I expected London to be making something else to eat or to drink, but instead he was just standing in the kitchen, slowly playing with himself, watching what sounded like porn on his iPad on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, London, I'm so sorry. You probably need to have another orgasm. Would you like to come in my mouth?" I asked him.

"Are you kidding? Sure. But, I have this for you if you want it."

He held up a small, rectangular platter or serving tray (about the size of an iPad Mini) with a mirror at the bottom. Sitting on the mirror was a bunch of semen shots.

"Is that yours? Did you just come while I was giving Lyle that blowjob, or whatever it was? You know, that was my first ever blowjob. I'm pretty sure I sucked."

London started to laugh at me.

Quickly regrouping, I added, "I mean, I'm pretty sure I sucked at, um, sucking." I snorted another laugh.

When he finished chortling, Lon said, "Well, I didn't want to horn in. Plus it was so hot watching you play with the cum and then each time you came from just tasting the cum, well, that was amazing. It was so hot, watching you shake and kind of zone out in your climaxes. I had to finish jerking off, but I thought you might want to have some more so I came on this mirrored plate."

"Aw, jeez, Lon, thanks. Thanks a bunch," I said, smiling at him. I took the plate and just looked at the luscious load of ejaculate sparkling in the dim light from their snowy backyard.

I smelled it and it had that same funky, but sexy smell. I had to taste it, but I wondered if maybe all this sex was tiring the guys out. I know I'd probably doubled my total orgasm count, ever, this morning. (Hey, this was all new to me.)

Sticking out my tongue, I made a pass at part of the cum spurts on the mirror. It was a turn-on to see London jerking himself, too. I slurped up a portion of the cum, surprised that it was still thick in consistency even though the taste was cool. Trying to figure out when he'd come, I realized that he must have had this orgasm while I was busy sucking on Lyle's cock. I didn't even notice.

With some of the cum dripping off my tongue, I said to him, "Hey, you're not mad that I sucked on Lyle, are you?" When he shook his head no, I went on, "If you want to come in my mouth now that would be cool."

"Uh, sure. Do you want to sit down?" he said, pushing over a low stool they kept in a corner of the kitchen.

I sat my butt down and leaned over just a little to get to London's cock. I didn't know guys could cum so much and so often, but then I remembered reading that guys around 18 or 20 years of age were at their sexual peak. Having two or three orgasms in the course of an hour or two was not at all uncommon.

And, sure enough, within a minute or two of attacking his cock with my tongue and lips, I thought he might be ready to come again. I was still holding the plate with its still to be tasted bounty and sucking on London when I could see Lyle enter the kitchen out of the corner of my eye. It looked like he was jerking off too.

These two guys! Jeez. Horny bastards! Then I thought about myself and decided we were all probably just normal teens.

Before I knew it, London was shooting off in my mouth. It caused me to climax again too. It wasn't as big as the ones earlier, but it was pretty great. Plus, orgasms can tire you out. Well, they sometimes tire me out. Or so I learned that morning.

I was so into my own climax, though, that I kind of lost touch with the activity in and near my mouth. You see, while London was filling up my mouth with a smaller, but still impressive load of cum, Lyle had been playing with himself and he had an orgasm along with mine, carefully ejaculating onto the already loaded mirrored plate.

London's orgasm and my orgasm finished at about the same time, but I tried to milk both of them as long as possible. When I decided that we were both done, I saw that Lyle's orgasm combined with London's seemed to now mostly cover the mirror. I had about a plateful of semen for myself. Yay!

So, that was three each for the guys and probably somewhere around six for me. That sounded both reasonable and equitable.

The two of them just stood there as I began a slow and loving clean up of the mirror with my lips and tongue. After a few long licks with my tongue dripping some of the cum back down onto the plate, I did something that actually surprised me: I lay one whole side of my face into the sea of semen and slowly moved it around as my tongue tried to lick up what was in front of it.

The feeling of the gooey, congealing cum was weird and still wonderful and very hot. When I'd had enough of the smooth, gooey semen rubbing around on my cheek I raised my head and let what cum was there fall back onto the plate. Then I put my lips together and sucked up all the remaining cum.

Being the usual neat freak that I was, I proceeded to lick the mirror until it was completely clean, finishing with any remaining cum on my face.

The guys just stared at me. I just stared back. Finally, with the alcohol content of our blood back down to near normal levels, the two of them poured some more hot coffee for us as I went to the bathroom to see what really needed cleaning up.

Looking in the bathroom mirror was a shock; everything I saw needed cleaning up. I had dried cum in my hair, eyebrows, eyelids, and all over my face. The eye that had suffered the indignity of two or three cum shots was really red, but it didn't hurt really.

Water is such a great liquid for getting out cum. I managed to clean myself up so that I only looked like a slut who'd try to clean herself up, and not a degenerate who was beyond salvation.

When I returned to the family room, they had on jeans and the same t-shirts. They'd put on the radio and we discovered that it was good that we'd gotten cleaned up. The storm was so bad, they were telling anyone who could leave work early to go home. That probably meant that our parents were all going to be home earlier than usual.

"So, uh, wow..." I said as astutely as one could say it. (I can be pithy when the situation demands.)

"Um, yeah, so," said Lyle.

"I guess I'll be going home. I need to take a shower," I told them. "At least!"

"We should probably shovel the driveway. We could do yours if you want."

"Yeah, that would be great," I said.

And with those insightful orations, I put on my boots and went to the door.

Before I could leave, both of them came to me and told me that they'd had a great time. I told them that I had too and thanked them for everything.

It got awkward for a moment, but then Lyle said, "Hey, maybe we could get together again and you could teach us about, uh, well, you know, pussies."

"Yeah, when I was going out with Cheryl I don't think I could ever make her come. Maybe you could show us how to lick you. Would that be OK?"

I was really touched by this. They were in the same boat as I was. We were all just trying to figure it out.

"Yeah, sure. That would be great. Not one's ever licked me so it would be fun to have the two of you doing it." I smiled at them both. "You know, guys, I'm so glad I know you two. You're cool. Thanks again for breakfast and all your cum."

"I still want to see your boobs," Lyle said with London agreeing.

I smiled and told them, "Maybe next time."

They both smiled and gave me hugs. Then I left and I ran back to my house.

After a shower that included washing the dried cum out of my hair, I lit a fire, got out a novel I was in the middle of, and plopped myself down on the couch to read.

It was difficult for me to concentrate on anything but remembering the morning's shenanigans. Wow. I'd tasted cum. I'd licked up cum. I'd drunk cum. I'd sucked up cum. I'd gargled cum. I'd given blowjobs (even though I still had no idea what I was doing). I'd had at least half a dozen completely new kinds of orgasms that happened with no manipulation of my sensitive nipples or clitoris, whatsoever. I'd smelled semen. I'd swished it around and around in my mouth. I'd swallowed six loads of it.

Now, if I remembered correctly (and if I were being generous), six loads was about one fluid ounce. Boy. That means they had to get a lot of guys for those porn videos where the girl drinks what looks like a cup of semen. That's a lot of guys. Where do they get all those guys? Some of those girls were drinking a bowlful of semen. Jeez, that meant that they had to have collected the cum from like fifty or maybe one hundred orgasms or more. Wow!

My mind was just thinking about dicks. How weird. I was surprised that I hadn't thought at all about fucking. All I wanted to do was to suck more cock and swallow more cum.

I was thankful, though, for my old friends London and Lyle for providing such a fun time, no pressure, lots of laughing, lots of coming, and a great breakfast too.

Then I was reminded that since it didn't hurt when Bull and I had done it the last time, maybe it would stop hurting from now on. I suddenly was looking forward to more fucking. In fact, now that I'd had these incredible, almost spiritual, orgasms, perhaps the next time I fucked Bull I'd be able to have them too.

But then there were all kinds of things I still needed to learn. I didn't think I had given terribly good blowjobs. The guys hadn't shoved into my mouth too deeply at all. I wondered if I could ever deep throat like some of those girls could. I wondered about anal sex, too. The idea of it was gross, but maybe the additional pressure on the general area of my crotch would give me those huge orgasms too. Maybe even bigger.

Many, many questions about sex concerned me. What turns on a guy? What turns me on? Are all guys pretty much like Bull, Allen, Lyle, and London? Was I going to find some guy who was very different? Was there more to learn about cocks? There must be. I hadn't even done anything with the guys' balls today. I guess I should have, but what? And since no one had ever licked me, how could I teach the twins what to do?

On the other hand, as they say, practice makes perfect. Maybe the twins and I could teach each other about licking me and I could get the Twins to make me another plateful of cum. Maybe it would actually be enough to drink. Hmm. I even wondered what kinds of food would go with it. My mind was trying to get a grip on this whole sex thing. I figured that I was off to a good start.

Yes, here was an additional academic endeavor for me, one with an untold number of climaxes, both other's and my own. I was eager for my education to continue.

I'd had a great day in class. And I was eagerly anticipating the next lesson!